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[return-of-the-queen-au]

TW: Mentions of blood

as a man in armor fell down, limp and lifeless.

Blood slowly poured from his mouth, as the wound on his chest was draining his life from him through pain and suffering.

two shadowy claws were there, dirty of the red that gave life to men, letting some of the liquid drip. And drip.

two yellowy eyes stared, empty and unblinkingly.

the dead man was a knight, sent from a Kingdom not too far away from subcon, an ally, or was it his kingdom? Where his home was?

Oh, to be able to remember.

oh, to be able to care about it.

a grin appeared, slowly creeping and turning into a full smile.

a chuckle, maybe two. A giggle, and another.

shaky hands touching the ghost's face, completely smearing blood on each cheek.

a wheeze, a snort. Until a full laugh came out.

A loud, long laugh.

a laugh to mock the knight, a laugh to enjoy the pleasure in seeing so much blood, so much death in front of the ghost.

A laugh that could only belong to a crazy man.

a laugh that he always had, but hid. Because he didn't know how to show it.

He didn't had the right thing to show it. To let it out.

He never had the experience of killing someone, directly and so brutally it looked like an animal attack.

He never knew it would be so fun, so pleasurable. He never knew he liked it so much.

He never knew how much he enjoyed hurting others.

This was never for self defense, this was never a warning for other knights, this was never an accident.

This was his rebirth. this was who he always used to be, who he was supposed to be.

his mind slipping, his mind fully embracing the insanity that is inside of him and the cold, dead forest around him.

"Ahh....you fools." to no one in particular.